Prince and the Healing
A long time after his illness
I ran into Prince the guitar player at Schnucks.
He was still recovering
but walking on his own now.
I made a deal, he said to me, like conspirators.
If I lived, I’d give my life over to God.
We walked outside, I looked at him, both of us squinting into the sun.
And if you would have died?
I’d have given my life over to God,
he said.
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